Lor.Andrea slain! thanks to the stars above.I’ll choose my sister out her second love.[ExeuntLorenzoandBalthezar.Hor.Come, noble rib of honour, valiant carcase!I loved thee so entirely, when thou breathedst,That I could die, were’t but to bleed with thee,And wish me wounds even for society.Heaven and this arm once say’d thee from thy foe,When his all-wrathful sword did basely pointAt the rich circle of thy labouring heart,Thou grovelling under indignationOf sword and ruth. O, then stepp’d heaven and IBetween the stroke, but now alack must die.Since so the powers above have writ it downIn marble leaves, that death is mortal crown,Come then, my friend, in purple I will bearThee to my private tent, and then prepareAn[312]honour’d funeral for thy melting corse.[He takes his scarf and ties it about his arm.This scarf I’ll wear in memory of our soulsAnd of our mutual loves; here, here, I’ll wind it;And full as often as I think on thee,I’ll kiss this little ensign, this soft banner,Smear’d with foes’ blood, all for the master’s honour.Alas! I pity Bell’-Imperia’s eyes,Just at this instant, her heart sinks and dies.[ExitHoratiocarryingAndreaon his back.EnterJeronimosolus.Jer.My boy adds treble comfort to my age;His share is greatest in the victory.The Portugals are slain, and put to flightBy Spaniards’ force, most by Horatio’s might.I’ll to the Spanish tents to see my son,Give him my blessing, and then all is done.Enter two dragging of ensigns; then the funeral ofAndrea:nextHoratioandLorenzo,leading PrinceBalthezarcaptive; then theLord General,with others, mourning. A great cry within, Charon, a boat, a boat!Then enterCharonand the ghost ofAndrea.Hor.O my lords,See, Don Andrea’s ghost salutes me! see, embraces me!Lor.It is your love that shapes this apprehension.Hor.Do you not see him plainly, lords?Now he would kiss my cheek: O my pale friend,Wert thou anything but a ghost, I could love thee.See, he points at his own hearse—mark all—As if he did rejoice at funeral.And.Revenge, give tongue[313]freedom to paint her part,To thank Horatio, and commend his heart.Revenge.No, you’ll blab secrets then?And.By Charon’s boat, I will not.Revenge.Nay, you shall not; therefore pass;Secrets in hell are lock’d with doors of brass:Use action if you will, but not in voice,Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice.Hor.See, see, he points to have us[314]forward on:I pr’ythee, rest; it shall be done, sweet Don.O, now he’s vanished.[Sound Trumpets, and a peal of Ordnance.And.I am a happy ghost;Revenge, my passage now cannot be cross’d.Come, Charon; come, hell’s sculler, waft me o’erYour sable streams, which look like molten pitch;My funeral rites are made, my hearse hung rich.[ExeuntGhostandRevenge.A great noise within.Within.Charon, a boat! Charon, Charon!Charon.Who calls so loud on Charon?Indeed ’tis such a time, the truth to tell,I never want a fare to pass to hell.[Exeunt.Sound a Flourish. Enter marchingHoratioandLorenzo,leading PrinceBalthezar;Lord General,Villuppo,andCassimero,with followers.Hor.These honoured rites and worthy duties spentUpon the funeral of Andrea’s dust—Those once his valiant ashes: march we nowHomeward with victory to crown Spain’s brow.Gen.The day is ours, and joy yields happy treasure;Set on to Spain in most triumphant measure.[Exeunt.EnterJeronimosolus.Jer.Fore God! I have just miss’d them.—Ha!Soft, Jeronimo! thou hast more friendsTo take thy leave of; look well about thee,Embrace them, and take friendly leave.My arms are of the shortest;Let your loves piece them out.You’re welcome all, as I am a gentleman:For my son’s sake, grant me a man at least—At least I am. So good-night, kind gentles,[315]For I hope there’s never aJewamong you all;And so I leave you.[Exit.
Lor.Andrea slain! thanks to the stars above.I’ll choose my sister out her second love.[ExeuntLorenzoandBalthezar.Hor.Come, noble rib of honour, valiant carcase!I loved thee so entirely, when thou breathedst,That I could die, were’t but to bleed with thee,And wish me wounds even for society.Heaven and this arm once say’d thee from thy foe,When his all-wrathful sword did basely pointAt the rich circle of thy labouring heart,Thou grovelling under indignationOf sword and ruth. O, then stepp’d heaven and IBetween the stroke, but now alack must die.Since so the powers above have writ it downIn marble leaves, that death is mortal crown,Come then, my friend, in purple I will bearThee to my private tent, and then prepareAn[312]honour’d funeral for thy melting corse.[He takes his scarf and ties it about his arm.This scarf I’ll wear in memory of our soulsAnd of our mutual loves; here, here, I’ll wind it;And full as often as I think on thee,I’ll kiss this little ensign, this soft banner,Smear’d with foes’ blood, all for the master’s honour.Alas! I pity Bell’-Imperia’s eyes,Just at this instant, her heart sinks and dies.[ExitHoratiocarryingAndreaon his back.
Lor.Andrea slain! thanks to the stars above.I’ll choose my sister out her second love.[ExeuntLorenzoandBalthezar.
Lor.Andrea slain! thanks to the stars above.
I’ll choose my sister out her second love.
[ExeuntLorenzoandBalthezar.
Hor.Come, noble rib of honour, valiant carcase!I loved thee so entirely, when thou breathedst,That I could die, were’t but to bleed with thee,And wish me wounds even for society.Heaven and this arm once say’d thee from thy foe,When his all-wrathful sword did basely pointAt the rich circle of thy labouring heart,Thou grovelling under indignationOf sword and ruth. O, then stepp’d heaven and IBetween the stroke, but now alack must die.Since so the powers above have writ it downIn marble leaves, that death is mortal crown,Come then, my friend, in purple I will bearThee to my private tent, and then prepareAn[312]honour’d funeral for thy melting corse.[He takes his scarf and ties it about his arm.This scarf I’ll wear in memory of our soulsAnd of our mutual loves; here, here, I’ll wind it;And full as often as I think on thee,I’ll kiss this little ensign, this soft banner,Smear’d with foes’ blood, all for the master’s honour.Alas! I pity Bell’-Imperia’s eyes,Just at this instant, her heart sinks and dies.[ExitHoratiocarryingAndreaon his back.
Hor.Come, noble rib of honour, valiant carcase!
I loved thee so entirely, when thou breathedst,
That I could die, were’t but to bleed with thee,
And wish me wounds even for society.
Heaven and this arm once say’d thee from thy foe,
When his all-wrathful sword did basely point
At the rich circle of thy labouring heart,
Thou grovelling under indignation
Of sword and ruth. O, then stepp’d heaven and I
Between the stroke, but now alack must die.
Since so the powers above have writ it down
In marble leaves, that death is mortal crown,
Come then, my friend, in purple I will bear
Thee to my private tent, and then prepare
An[312]honour’d funeral for thy melting corse.
[He takes his scarf and ties it about his arm.
This scarf I’ll wear in memory of our souls
And of our mutual loves; here, here, I’ll wind it;
And full as often as I think on thee,
I’ll kiss this little ensign, this soft banner,
Smear’d with foes’ blood, all for the master’s honour.
Alas! I pity Bell’-Imperia’s eyes,
Just at this instant, her heart sinks and dies.
[ExitHoratiocarryingAndreaon his back.
EnterJeronimosolus.
Jer.My boy adds treble comfort to my age;His share is greatest in the victory.The Portugals are slain, and put to flightBy Spaniards’ force, most by Horatio’s might.I’ll to the Spanish tents to see my son,Give him my blessing, and then all is done.
Jer.My boy adds treble comfort to my age;
His share is greatest in the victory.
The Portugals are slain, and put to flight
By Spaniards’ force, most by Horatio’s might.
I’ll to the Spanish tents to see my son,
Give him my blessing, and then all is done.
Enter two dragging of ensigns; then the funeral ofAndrea:nextHoratioandLorenzo,leading PrinceBalthezarcaptive; then theLord General,with others, mourning. A great cry within, Charon, a boat, a boat!Then enterCharonand the ghost ofAndrea.
Hor.O my lords,See, Don Andrea’s ghost salutes me! see, embraces me!Lor.It is your love that shapes this apprehension.Hor.Do you not see him plainly, lords?Now he would kiss my cheek: O my pale friend,Wert thou anything but a ghost, I could love thee.See, he points at his own hearse—mark all—As if he did rejoice at funeral.And.Revenge, give tongue[313]freedom to paint her part,To thank Horatio, and commend his heart.Revenge.No, you’ll blab secrets then?And.By Charon’s boat, I will not.Revenge.Nay, you shall not; therefore pass;Secrets in hell are lock’d with doors of brass:Use action if you will, but not in voice,Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice.Hor.See, see, he points to have us[314]forward on:I pr’ythee, rest; it shall be done, sweet Don.O, now he’s vanished.[Sound Trumpets, and a peal of Ordnance.And.I am a happy ghost;Revenge, my passage now cannot be cross’d.Come, Charon; come, hell’s sculler, waft me o’erYour sable streams, which look like molten pitch;My funeral rites are made, my hearse hung rich.[ExeuntGhostandRevenge.A great noise within.Within.Charon, a boat! Charon, Charon!Charon.Who calls so loud on Charon?Indeed ’tis such a time, the truth to tell,I never want a fare to pass to hell.[Exeunt.
Hor.O my lords,See, Don Andrea’s ghost salutes me! see, embraces me!
Hor.O my lords,
See, Don Andrea’s ghost salutes me! see, embraces me!
Lor.It is your love that shapes this apprehension.
Lor.It is your love that shapes this apprehension.
Hor.Do you not see him plainly, lords?Now he would kiss my cheek: O my pale friend,Wert thou anything but a ghost, I could love thee.See, he points at his own hearse—mark all—As if he did rejoice at funeral.
Hor.Do you not see him plainly, lords?
Now he would kiss my cheek: O my pale friend,
Wert thou anything but a ghost, I could love thee.
See, he points at his own hearse—mark all—
As if he did rejoice at funeral.
And.Revenge, give tongue[313]freedom to paint her part,To thank Horatio, and commend his heart.
And.Revenge, give tongue[313]freedom to paint her part,
To thank Horatio, and commend his heart.
Revenge.No, you’ll blab secrets then?
Revenge.No, you’ll blab secrets then?
And.By Charon’s boat, I will not.
And.By Charon’s boat, I will not.
Revenge.Nay, you shall not; therefore pass;Secrets in hell are lock’d with doors of brass:Use action if you will, but not in voice,Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice.
Revenge.Nay, you shall not; therefore pass;
Secrets in hell are lock’d with doors of brass:
Use action if you will, but not in voice,
Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice.
Hor.See, see, he points to have us[314]forward on:I pr’ythee, rest; it shall be done, sweet Don.O, now he’s vanished.[Sound Trumpets, and a peal of Ordnance.
Hor.See, see, he points to have us[314]forward on:
I pr’ythee, rest; it shall be done, sweet Don.
O, now he’s vanished.
[Sound Trumpets, and a peal of Ordnance.
And.I am a happy ghost;Revenge, my passage now cannot be cross’d.Come, Charon; come, hell’s sculler, waft me o’erYour sable streams, which look like molten pitch;My funeral rites are made, my hearse hung rich.[ExeuntGhostandRevenge.A great noise within.
And.I am a happy ghost;
Revenge, my passage now cannot be cross’d.
Come, Charon; come, hell’s sculler, waft me o’er
Your sable streams, which look like molten pitch;
My funeral rites are made, my hearse hung rich.
[ExeuntGhostandRevenge.A great noise within.
Within.Charon, a boat! Charon, Charon!
Within.Charon, a boat! Charon, Charon!
Charon.Who calls so loud on Charon?Indeed ’tis such a time, the truth to tell,I never want a fare to pass to hell.[Exeunt.
Charon.Who calls so loud on Charon?
Indeed ’tis such a time, the truth to tell,
I never want a fare to pass to hell.
[Exeunt.
Sound a Flourish. Enter marchingHoratioandLorenzo,leading PrinceBalthezar;Lord General,Villuppo,andCassimero,with followers.
Hor.These honoured rites and worthy duties spentUpon the funeral of Andrea’s dust—Those once his valiant ashes: march we nowHomeward with victory to crown Spain’s brow.Gen.The day is ours, and joy yields happy treasure;Set on to Spain in most triumphant measure.[Exeunt.
Hor.These honoured rites and worthy duties spentUpon the funeral of Andrea’s dust—Those once his valiant ashes: march we nowHomeward with victory to crown Spain’s brow.
Hor.These honoured rites and worthy duties spent
Upon the funeral of Andrea’s dust—
Those once his valiant ashes: march we now
Homeward with victory to crown Spain’s brow.
Gen.The day is ours, and joy yields happy treasure;Set on to Spain in most triumphant measure.[Exeunt.
Gen.The day is ours, and joy yields happy treasure;
Set on to Spain in most triumphant measure.
[Exeunt.
EnterJeronimosolus.
Jer.Fore God! I have just miss’d them.—Ha!Soft, Jeronimo! thou hast more friendsTo take thy leave of; look well about thee,Embrace them, and take friendly leave.My arms are of the shortest;Let your loves piece them out.You’re welcome all, as I am a gentleman:For my son’s sake, grant me a man at least—At least I am. So good-night, kind gentles,[315]For I hope there’s never aJewamong you all;And so I leave you.[Exit.
Jer.Fore God! I have just miss’d them.—Ha!
Soft, Jeronimo! thou hast more friends
To take thy leave of; look well about thee,
Embrace them, and take friendly leave.
My arms are of the shortest;
Let your loves piece them out.
You’re welcome all, as I am a gentleman:
For my son’s sake, grant me a man at least—
At least I am. So good-night, kind gentles,[315]
For I hope there’s never aJewamong you all;
And so I leave you.
[Exit.